Frayed

I’m not really sure what to write. I’ve had a month of events coming at me, new writing projects and blogs popping into my inbox, keeping me going, prodding me into action, sweetening my life with purpose. . . Suddenly I’m having to initiate work on my own again. And I’m clueless.

Work ebbs and flows like swirls of icing on a chocolate cupcake. It entices to dip in a finger and taste its fragrant purpose. But blocks freeze motion, fray purpose; the icing remains untouched and slowly begins to harden on its surface.

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Enjoy a Tuesday morning post or few on reading, brain injury, writing, or sundry topics of interest to you!

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Please note: all information on this website is me sharing my own experiences and does not constitute advice.

I write a mix of books and blogs. I set my novels in Toronto, a city of contradictions, ripe with conflict possibilities. My life is one big question mark, ever since I sustained a mild traumatic brain injury (or closed head injury or concussion, whichever moniker is fashionable) in a four-car crash. My writing keeps me grounded; my photography lifts me; my revised memoir Concussion Is Brain Injury: Treating The Neurons And Me shares my discoveries. When I’m not writing, I’m hunting for smooth coffee and sensational chocolate.